owlsbooks Chapter 85 5 wins 3
Chapter 85 5 wins 3
How could he have done this, given that they are both of divine lineage?
Wang Chongshan was horrified.
But he had no way out. The white threads binding him were mostly converted from his own power. His own energy expenditure far exceeded Liang Jiu's, and if he didn't break free soon, the divine power advantage he had accumulated would be completely lost.
He could not place his hopes on his family members to hold out until he exhausted Liang Jiu's divine power.
Wang Chongshan gritted his teeth.
The output of divine power within the body was forcibly increased to a dangerous critical point.
As his power was exhausted, divine feedback uncontrollably surfaced on his body. His features gradually distorted, his skin turned a rough, bluish-gray, and the thick fangs of a bear goblin protruded from his jaw, making his entire face ferocious and terrifying.
Liang Jiu, sitting opposite him, was not having an easy time either.
This chair-based combat tactic, derived from real-world experience, is not perfect. To accurately predict and alter the flow of the opponent's divine power, the user must also sit in a chair, using themselves as a mirror node to simulate and intercept the enemy's flow. The computational backlash generated by the clash of two immense forces weighs heavily on his mind.
Moreover, there is never a moment of peace and quiet.
"(＞﹏＜) You big idiot, my computing power is about to reach its limit!"
Jane's voice kept chattering through the mental link, "The other side's output frequency is too high, my motherboard is about to smoke! The temperature right now is hot enough to fry meat!"
"Are you deliberately making things difficult for Lord Jane? Let me tell you, I'm not a household appliance."
Liang Jiu was trying his best to maintain the balance of the silk net and couldn't spare any attention to stop it.
After sensing that Wang Chongshan's chaotic divine power attack had been completely blocked, and even misled by the deliberately left gaps, the iron box immediately changed its tune.
"(ಡωಡ) Haha, he fell for it! He actually thought it was a flaw, and he got tricked by the great Lady Jane again!"
Jane boasted smugly in the mental link, "See that? That's the power of Lord Jane. Without Lord Jane, you'd be a complete idiot by now. After this, you have to buy me a reward! I want a cool cloak! The striped kind."
Liang Jiu ignored Jian's nagging.
Despite the immense pressure he was under, he was not in a hurry to use his divine power to completely defeat his opponent.
Time was on his side.
When the battle between the gods reaches a stalemate, and neither can withdraw to intervene below, the advantages and disadvantages of the followers on the battlefield are magnified infinitely.
On the ground below.
Although the bear goblins launched a counterattack on a small battlefield, they managed to band together and kill several small groups of the Sinker.
But without the support of long-range weapons, coupled with their massive size, they began...
The scales of victory have already tipped.
As a medium to large unit, the Bear Goblin cannot exert its full combat power without the cover of light infantry and the cover of ranged firepower.
The elite forces of the Sinker are numerous, and often only two warriors need to be sacrificed to reliably take down a Bear Goblin. Some battle-hardened elite warriors can even kill several Bear Goblins by themselves, such as Sinker, who has completely unleashed his power.
He was not only the commander, but also the strongest among the Soul Clan. After confirming that the opponent did not have the ability to behead, he unleashed his supernatural power, making everyone on the field realize that there are differences even among first-tier superhumans.
Wang Chongshan sat in the chair, the divine power flowing back from his body beginning to fade. The consumption of divine power far exceeded expectations. If this continued, not only would his followers at the front lines be wiped out, but if the Xin Clan were to seize the opportunity to penetrate deep into his territory and damage the foundation of the divine realm, it would truly be a case of losing more than he gained.
Although he was arrogant, he was not so impulsive as to act rashly.
Losing a game is a minor matter; destroying one's foundation is fatal.
"I surrender."
Wang Chongshan spoke.
The sound was broadcast throughout the venue, and the image on the screen froze.
From the perspective of most off-site viewers, this highly anticipated clash of titans appeared quite bizarre.
Aside from the initial charge by their kin and the intense melee that followed, there were no clashes of divine magic or confrontations between the gods throughout the entire match. It was as if the two gods had agreed to remain seated on separate plastic chairs, separated by a large portion of the battlefield, until one conceded defeat.
Boos erupted from the stands.
Students who couldn't understand the situation shouted that there was something fishy going on and accused the two of playing passively.
But those with sharp eyes noticed something amiss and all tacitly remained silent. Many were already thinking of contingency plans to deal with those strange chair tactics.
However, as soon as one thinks that even Wang Chongshan could not break free from that invisible constraint, the deductions are mostly surprisingly consistent.
If it were me, I probably still wouldn't be able to do it.
The divine connection between the two was severed.
Liang Jiu and Wang Chongshan returned to the playground. After shaking hands, they each retreated to their respective preparation areas.
As soon as Wang Chongshan came down, several of his buddies immediately surrounded him.
"What's going on?" a boy asked in a low voice. "Did that kid use some dirty tricks? You don't seem to be paying attention."
"We're not as skilled as them." Wang Chongshan's face was tense. "There are many geniuses among the qualified candidates. Don't underestimate others."
A younger brother next to him muttered quietly, "He's clearly the youngest..."
Wang Chongshan glared at him.
The younger brother shrank his neck and quickly shut his mouth.
Wang Chongshan withdrew his gaze, looked at the few guys in front of him who were going to participate in the subsequent competitions, and gave them some advice.
"If you encounter Liang Jiu in your later matches..."
"Never give him any chance to clash with the gods. Hide your true form and play defense; you can lose more gracefully that way."
Liang Jiu returned to the preparation area.
Pan Xiaopang was already there. Judging from his expression, he looked even worse than when he lost.
Upon seeing Liang Jiu approach, Pan Xiaopang immediately began to pour out his grievances.
"I'm not playing anymore." He grabbed his hair, his face full of despair. "The Druid class is definitely messed up."
"You're not happy even though you won?" Liang Jiu asked.
"We won, but these idiots are squandering our fortune," Pan Xiaopang wailed.
His opponent in the last match had a main battle companion, the Peregrine Falcon, accompanied by a group of ordinary humans without supernatural abilities as subordinate companions. What should have been a sure win turned into a battle where he suffered heavy losses that made him want to vomit blood.
"They completely disobeyed orders." Pan Xiaopang became increasingly angry as he spoke. "There were peregrine falcons flying overhead, and several of my druids went crazy and turned into peregrine falcons and flew up into the sky too. They couldn't distinguish friend from foe, and several of them were shot down by their own people."
After listening, Liang Jiu fell into a brief silence.
"That's not all." Pan Xiaopang covered his face, unable to bear watching the broadcast. "There's something even more outrageous. He charged into the enemy's dependent territory, transformed into a wild bull, and tried to trample them, but ended up being stabbed to death by dozens of farmers without supernatural abilities wielding pitchforks."
A prestigious and extraordinary organization perished under the pitchfork of an ordinary farmer.
This method of death is quite rare even in the entire history of the God Wars.
Pan Xiaopang sighed, completely resigned to his fate: "I'm giving up on the rest of the matches. I'll just stick with my current ranking. If we keep going, I'm afraid they'll pull off even more outrageous moves and wipe out all my savings."
After venting his frustrations, he made a few moves on the terminal.
A request to connect to the Divine Realm popped up.
Pan Xiaopang transferred control of the mixed-breed warhorses in the Divine Realm to Liang Jiu.
Liang Jiu confirmed the receipt, then opened the terminal and swiped over all the spoils he had collected from cleaning up the battlefield during the previous match against Wang Chongshan.
A large number of cast iron armor and parts of scrapped ballistae fell into the druid camp.
"Liang Jiu, what does this mean?" Pan Xiaopang was stunned as he looked at the massive amount of supplies that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"You can have your family members modify some basic equipment to make it usable," Liang Jiu said. "My upcoming matches will be relatively easy, so I'll have my family members prepare some production tools for you. Take advantage of the break to develop your business as soon as possible."
Pan Xiaopang opened his mouth.
His eyes were visibly red.
He opened his arms and pounced on him.
"Good brother!"
Liang Jiu sidestepped half a step and reached out to brace himself against Liang Jiu's shoulder.
"Don't smear your tears and snot all over me."